We Are The Ocean

I wish to stand the voice of a million, but I remain silenced in the face of humanity. I cringe at the idea that a façade so strong should eventually fall, yet know deep in my heart there lies nothing but rotting floorboards and silly string.

I can pantomime a collection of old school records being cranked out of my grandfather's radio reminiscent of the '59 sound and more radio hit references, or I could read Stephen King novels and go on hour long spiels about nothing. Yet here I am. Still alive. Still breathing.

This night, it tastes like the early morning. I'll be feeding the sunrise come sixx:AM. I'm at the corner of the world and the music; they're on two different planes of existence. Sometimes, I wonder on which I belong, or should I remain forever trapped in between.

I am naught but another faithless warrior, looking for a lover (or some resemblance of) and his counterpart so he does not befall his hopelessness upon myself.